Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2012 10:24:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Office Intrigue (lesbian/adult youth, oral F/Fg)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between two
women and one of their daughters.  If this type of
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                Office Intrigue
                      By
                     Jan

	I always considered myself to be an average
housewife and mother until I started working with
Gina at the dentist's office.  I always thought I had
a predictable life.  I think I had an average
childhood.

	My parents named me after a beloved aunt,
named Dian.  I always maintained school grades in
the top 5 or 10 percent of school.  As I entered
puberty my girlfriends and I experimented with sex
when we had pajama parties.  As we entered high
school our sexual attraction became focused on
boys.  I lost my virginity at the age of sixteen to a
boy I thought I was in love with.  When he told me
that he was in love with another girl it broke my
heart.  I vowed to not give myself to another man
until I was married.  I did just that.

	My parents paid for me to go to the university
where I got my degree in dental hygiene, and met a
guy getting his degree in civil engineering.  We were
married right after graduation.  My husband got a
job working for an engineering company designing a
bridge to replace a bridge declared unsafe and
obsolete.  I started working for four different
dentists.  That required my working in different
offices on different days.  I thought my world was
perfect.  My story was not uncommon from a lot of
young wives I guess.

	One afternoon I felt sick, and left work early.
As you probably guessed I walked in on my husband
in bed with another girl.  The divorce proceedings
were quick.  The reason I had gone home early was
because of morning sickness.  My daughter, Danica,
was born before the divorce was final.  My mother
babysat while I made a living to support the two of
us.  I devoted myself to providing Danica everything
possible.

	I was able to provide her with dance lessons,
equestrian lessons, swimming lessons, and tutors to
insure that she would do well in school.  My life
became very predictable again.  I eventually formed
a partnership with a dental office that had a couple
of general dental practitioners and an oral-maximal
specialist, close to John Wayne Orange County
Airport.  I even had a couple of days to teach at my
alma mater.  Danica and I were doing well.  I even
bought us a nice beach home in Newport Beach,
California.  My sex life was nonexistent, but I
thought I was happy.

	Then our dentist office hired a new dental
assistant, named Gina.  She was very professional in
the office.  She fended off any flirtations from our
dentists or patients very deftly.  She couldn't help
but attract men, because she was a beautiful young
lady.  She didn't wear hospital scrubs to work.  She
chose to wear pastel colored uniform dresses that
were short enough to show off her magnificent legs.

	Gina was the kind of woman that would turn
anyone's head.  She had luscious raven black hair
that cascaded down her back, huge brown eyes that
could melt the heart of anyone when she batted
those long eyelashes.  Her skin was a flawless golden
brown, and her full lips begged to be kissed.  She
had a warm personality that made you feel as if she
was interested in everything you said.  Other women
were either jealous or attracted to her.  She was
always pleasant to me at the office.  Over time she
became friends with me.  We would go to lunch
together.  She was a pleasant conversationalist.

	We shared a lot of information about
ourselves.  When I told her about my marriage and
divorce, she sympathized with me, and revealed her
own bitter experiences with men.  Besides her
bitterness regarding men she never mentioned any
romantic relationships.  She did express a true
interest in Danica's activities.  I was a proud mother,
and Danica was my favorite subject to talk about.
It was not long before I invited Gina to come with
me to watch Danica at swim-meets and equestrian
events.  It was not long before the three of us were
inseparable.

	There came a time when Danica was attending
summer camp, with a group of her junior high
girlfriends that were members of Jobs Daughters.
Gina and I planned to celebrate the occasion by
hitting a couple of cocktail lounges after work.  We
changed clothes at the office.  Before we got too
drunk to drive, Gina suggested I come home with
her.  I had not slept in another bed, other than my
parent's home for many years.  I was curious about
Gina's home as well.

	She lived in a small condominium near the town
of Corona Del Mar.  It was clean and comfortable.
It looked like it was furnished by an interior
decorator, because it didn't reflect Gina's
personality at all.  I didn't see much in the living
room that told me much about her.  She went into
the kitchenette to get us a couple of glasses, a
bottle of Seagram's 7 and a bottle of 7-UP.  We
settled down on the sectional couch to get drunk.

	While we were drinking and talking, Gina said,
"Dian, I can't help myself.  I love you!"

	I thought she was talking platonically.  I was
pleased and assured her, "I love you too!"

	Gina knew I didn't understand.  She placed her
arm around my back and placed her hand on the back
of my neck.  The way she was stroking my neck felt
nice.  I still did not get the message.  She brushed
my hair back behind my ear with her other hand, and
kissed my ear.  The shock of her action froze me for
a moment.  I turned my head to confront her, and
protest.  She planted her lips on my mouth, that
preventing me from saying anything.  The kiss was
very passionate.  When I gave up struggling she
opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into my
mouth.  The hand that had brushed back my hair
moved to my shoulder.  She stroked the skin on my
bare shoulder.  After rubbing her fingers up and
down a few times, and she ran her finger from my
arm to the side of my breast.  She circled the bulge
on my dress caused by my nipple with her fingertip.
I caught my breath when she placed the palm of her
hand over my whole breast.  I had not kissed a girl
like that since I was a young pre-teen.  I couldn't
help it when she played with my breast; my vagina
started getting wet and tingly.

	After I recovered from the shock I relaxed,
and returned her kiss.  She grew bolder.  While
continuing to hold my neck she kissed me hard, as
she started fumbling with the buttons on the front
of my blouse.  When she had several undone, she put
her hand inside, and played with my breast through
my bra.  I had surrendered completely by that time.

	Gina said, "Let's go to my bedroom where we
can be more comfortable!"  It was not a question, it
was simply a statement.  She stood up, and pulled me
to my feet.  She led me by the hand to her bedroom.

	When we entered the room I saw for the first
time a room that reflected her.  By that, I mean the
furniture was cluttered with discarded clothing.
She even had to brush a few items from her bed.
She must have tried a couple of different looks that
morning before selecting the clothes she had on.
There were strings of pearls hanging from her vanity
mirror.  The vanity was cluttered with makeup items.
The room smelled of body powder and perfume.
There were framed pictures on the walls, armoire,
dresser, and nightstands.  There were a variety of
women represented in the photographs.

	I assumed the women were relatives, but I
asked, "Who are the women in the photographs?"

	Gina said, "They are women that I have been in
love with over the years."

	I noticed that a number of the head shots of
the women were supported by their obviously naked
breasts.  Some of the full body posed shots the
young ladies were totally naked.  I would have never
suspected that Gina was a lesbian until that moment.

	She stood there next to her bed, and took me
in her arms again.  She kissed me ardently, as she
started removing my clothes.  I stood there like a
statue as my clothes were peeled away.  I felt self-
conscious about being naked before this woman.  She
was so beautiful, while I had put on a good 25 or 30
pounds after Danica's birth.  I knew all of my flaws,
from sagging breasts and tummy below my navel to
the lumpy appearance of cellulite on my legs.  Gina
didn't seem to notice.

	Gina sat me on her bed while she did an
impromptu striptease for my benefit.  The first
thing she did was to pick up my warm panties and
smell the crotch of my panties.  It embarrassed me
terribly!  I watched her as she started to remove
her own clothes.  The tight fitting bodice of her
simple black cocktail dress showed off luscious
looking breasts.  When she removed the dress there
was no bra, and there was no need for one either.
The conical shaped breasts stood up proudly.  The
large brown areolas were capped by large brown
nipples that stood out in front of her body like
accusing fingers.  She had on dark self-supporting
nylons, black three inch pumps, and the sexiest little
black laced panties I had ever seen.  The low rise
panties barely covered her pubis.  The lace did little
to hide the tangle of black pubic hair.  She rolled
down the panties very playfully.

	I found it very erotic the way that she teased
me before exposing her pussy.  She had shaved her
pubis so that no stray hairs would peek out from
under her panty legs or waistband, but the rest of
her vulva was like a wild patch of thick black tangled
hair.  She wrapped the crotch of her warm panties
around her index finger, and waved them under my
nose.  Just smelling her odor was so erotic I thought
I could cum right there and then.

	She didn't take off her nylons or pumps before
positioning me on the middle of her bed.  She
mounted me like a horse, only backwards.  I was
looking up at the erotic patch of pubic hair, as she
leaned forward.  She parted my labia and started
lapping at my wet pussy.  The aroma emitted from
her moist pubic hair made my mouth water.  I had
not tasted a pussy in a dozen years.  It was so
familiar though.  As she lowered her hips, I opened
my mouth as her pussy covered my face like a warm
gas mask.  My nose was close enough to her asshole
that I could smell the sweet fragrance of her ass.
My tongue was probing her pussy and my chin was
pressed against her clit.  She was rocking back and
forth to feed me her pussy.  She was doing the same
things to my pussy.  There was no stopping her until
we both had wet climaxes.  We even lapped up each
other's juices.

	It took awhile before she turned around on top
of my body, so that she could kiss me again.  What a
mess we were, and our makeup was smeared all over
our faces and our faces smelled like each other's
pussy.  That was probably the most satisfying
tongue kiss I had ever experienced.  While she was
expressing her love for me, she was massaging my
breasts.  She was sucking on my nipples and covering
them with the remainder of my own juices.

	We spent the weekend making love to each
other until I had to go home to clean up before
work.  It was hard to maintain a professional
relationship at work, because I wanted to kiss and
feel her up all day.  Every night that week we sought
out new ways to have sex with each other, as soon as
we got Danica into bed.  As the following Sunday
drew close I stated to get concerned about keeping
my relationship with Gina a secret from Danica.

	When the time arrived for the bus to return
the girls back to the Masonic lodge retreat, Gina
accompanied me.  There was the typical tear filled
reunion when Danica came running to hug me.  Danica
had met Gina at work before, so she wasn't surprised
to see her with me.  They exchanged hugs and
smacked cheeks like women do.  We tossed her
duffel bag into the trunk of my car.  Danica had to
sit in the front with me, so that she could recount
all of the exciting things she had done at camp.  I
swear she told us everything that had happened
during the past week before we got home, because
she never stopped talking.

	The three of us went out to dinner after
Danica had dropped off her bag, showered and
changed clothes.  We went to her favorite Italian
restaurant.  We stuffed ourselves.  Gina and I had
cannolo's and cappuccino, while Danica had spumoni
ice-cream.  It was comforting the way Danica got
along with Gina, but I also saw a glint in Gina's eye,
and that bothered me.  Could I really trust Gina to
keep her hands off of my daughter?

	The three of us began to enjoy each other's
company.  We went to the movies, dinners, concerts
and Danica's sporting events together.  For her, it
was like she was my daughter's aunt.  It was obvious
that Gina was attracted to my daughter.  Eventually
I came to grips with my feelings, and confronted
Gina about her feelings for Danica.

	She blushed when she admitted that she
wanted to devour my daughter.  I had mixed
emotions about my feelings.  I wanted to protect my
daughter, but also knew that she was probably
already sexually active with her girlfriends.  I
suspected that with her Jobs Daughter girlfriends.
I debated if I should allow my girlfriend to seduce
her or not.  I eventually told Gina that I would be
attending a refresher class for a weekend at the
University of Southern California, so she could take
Danica on a date.

	Gina practically wet her pants, at the news
that I was allowing her to date my daughter.  I told
her that when I got home, I wanted her to tell me
everything that took place.

	When I got home Sunday night, I could not tell
by Danica's actions if anything had happened.  It was
driving me crazy, all day.  I couldn't ask Gina if she
had managed to seduce her at work.  I couldn't very
well ask her to come home and fill me in with Danica
there.  I figured I would call her after bedtime to
find out what had happened.

	When I got home, Danica's Jobs Daughter
friend named Gwen was there.  They were making
dinner together.  I retreated to my bedroom and
bathroom to clean up and change clothes.  When I
returned to the kitchen, the girls were setting the
dinner table for four.  I wondered who the forth
plate was for.  Before I could ask about the fourth
plate, the doorbell rang.

	Danica asked me to get that, because her
hands were wet.

	I went to the door, and was mildly surprised to
find Gina standing there dressed in her sexy little
black shift.  She hugged me and even kissed me
passionately on the mouth.  I couldn't help looking
around to see if the girls had seen the kiss, even
though there was no way they could have seen from
the kitchen.

	I said, "I assume you are the forth the girls
are preparing dinner for!"

	Gina said, "They invited me last night!"

	The girls had set the breakfast table because
it was ideal for four to have an intimate meal.  When
we sat down the girls poured the wine, and served
the roast.  It was exciting because I knew that the
girls were dying to tell me something.  When we were
finished they served fresh French Vanilla coffee,
with a sorbet.  While we were eating Danica said,
"Mom, I wanted to tell you how much I love you!"

	(Here it comes!)

	While Gina was looking after me this weekend,
she asked me if I had ever had sex with my
girlfriends.  I admitted that Gwen and I had been
lovers since we started going to camp together.  She
wanted to know what we did, while making love.  She
invited me to show her, by doing it to her.  All that
we had done was kiss and play with each other's
pussies.  Gwen offered to show me all of the ways
that females could enjoy sex with each other.
Saturday night she had me call Gwen to come over.
The three of us made love to each other all night
long.

	I felt my pussy getting wet, while listening to
my daughter telling me about having sex with my
lover.  She got out of her chair and came around the
table, to stand behind me.  She pulled my hair away
from my neck, as she placed her hands on my
shoulders she kissed me on the neck.  Her hands slid
down my chest, and grasped my breasts.

	Gina was sitting to my left, and I felt her hand
resting on my thigh.  I almost cried when I felt her
pulling up my skirt to play with my pussy.

	Gwen set about gathering up the dishes, and
putting them in the dishwasher.  When the table was
clear Danica and Gina pulled me to my feet.  They
took off my clothes and placed me on top of the
table.  All Gina had to do was unzip the back of her
dress.  When her dress fell to the floor, all she had
on was nylons and heels.  She mounted me on top of
the table, with her pussy over my face.  Before she
lowered her cunt, I saw Danica disrobe before
spreading my legs.  She sucked my pussy like an
expert.

	While I was being smothered by a wet pussy, I
caught a glimpse of Gwen peeling off her clothes.
While I was lapping at the black haired pussy over
my head, I witnessed Gwen sticking her tongue into
Gina's asshole.

	After Gina and I finished cumming, the girls
told us all about the night at camp.  They
demonstrated to us what they had been doing.  Then
they showed us what they had learned from Gina.  I
have to admit that watching them made me horny.  I
couldn't resist tasting my daughter's pussy.  Gina was
doing the same thing to Gwen.  The four of us
became true lovers from that night on.  If Gina was
not spending the night, Danica slept with me.




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